Izzy was quiet, waiting, seeming expectant. Emma knew she should ask, but didn’t quite know what to say. Her mouth felt dry, so she swallowed, and then still didn’t know.
She made herself speak anyway.
“So,” she said. “I wondered. Do you only want to be around me because…”
Her voice trailed off. She stopped again. She was nervous, and ready to be disappointed, and didn’t know how to ask, either, not exactly. Not how to put into words what she was worrying about, because it was about her own self-worth as much as it was Izzy’s intentions.